“That’s so cool! I never used a weapon, maybe I should get a hammer.” Looking over at Jaune. “Master, can I get one? Can I? Cani? Canicanicani...anicanicanicani?”Jaune joined his rekindled friend in her sigh. Pinching the bridge of his nose. “You don’t like using weapons, we tried it, remember?”Amber got a long, distant stare, everyone just watching as no doubt a very detailed flashback with oddly fitting piano music played, everything has a grainy filter over it, for some reason everyone is. Are you interested in the job?”Jo had joined us, and before I could say anything, she piped up with, “Sure he is. John is a professional killer of wild hogs. I am his business manager as well as assistant hog killer.” We laughed at her last comment.I said, “How much are you willing to pay me to sweep your area once a week on Friday afternoons? Of course, any hogs I killed would belong to me. I sell the hogs as freshly killed at 20¢ per pound. For example, that there boar would weigh about 350. ..she saw me doing that.suddenly I removed my eyes from there but she knew wati wanted from her so she grab my pant and pulled me down..and told me that do u know why I called u by the name Lulli... Then I asked why then she told me that in her city they Lulli means small penis. I was in surprised but now I also understand what she wants from me...I smiled at her...and said I can prove u wrong... Then she said prove it...Then we both goes to her bedroom we started licknig each other. We'll put everything in the dryer."I had to remove my boots to get my pants off. "Your socks look wet, too," she said, actually falling to her knees and touching my socks. "They are. Give them to me," she said, looking up at me. Her face was inches from my cock and for a second I thought she was going to touch my shorts to see if they were damp."Is that a bulge?" she asked, taking her eyes off my jockey shorts to look into my eyes."No." I'm twenty-five, not twelve. I know a bulge when I see it..